Julian is feeling a bit steadier on his feet and more clear-headed, though still a bit nauseous, when he realizes that he is being approached by a stranger. He is younger than Julian, with a kind-looking face and a voice with an accent that reminds Julian of familiar things. From what he can tell the stranger looks... nervous, which is probably not good news for Julian, though he also doesn't have a particularly threatening look on his face, which is at least a start. He should make this conversation very quick and painless, and preferably as forgettable as humanly possible. The less time he talks to this man, the quicker he can get back to his normal life on his normal time line, and the less explaining Julian will have to do.
He also doesn't know what to say to this statement. He would have expected a bit more... fear, or anger, or accusation. Instead, he is simply being offered a state of fact. Can Julian really deny it? Julian inwardly sighs. He quite likes people, in fact. But reading them is a different story. Molecules, viruses, bacteria...they might hold their own secrets but at least Julian always knew how to begin his approach. The word "appear" certainly lends him the knowledge that whatever century he is in, they probably don't have transporter technology yet.
Fantastic. Now he's been standing in awkward silence for far too many seconds. "Er... Sorry?" Julian says with a weak smile, then immediately realizes that was an amazingly dumb thing to say. Not that "must've been a trick of the light" and walking away would have been any better? He shakes his head. Ugh, that hardly makes his stomach feel any better.
"I mean, it's... fine. All's well. Thank you," he says. What does that even mean? It's certainly not fine, Julian certainly isn't fine. All he knows is he probably should find a place that isn't so public, where his uniform stands out like a sore green thumb, and not drag this civilian of some past history into anything further.
((soooorry, this took forever and I'm still... figuring it all out! hope this is vaguely acceptable))
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He also doesn't know what to say to this statement. He would have expected a bit more... fear, or anger, or accusation. Instead, he is simply being offered a state of fact. Can Julian really deny it? Julian inwardly sighs. He quite likes people, in fact. But reading them is a different story. Molecules, viruses, bacteria...they might hold their own secrets but at least Julian always knew how to begin his approach. The word "appear" certainly lends him the knowledge that whatever century he is in, they probably don't have transporter technology yet.
Fantastic. Now he's been standing in awkward silence for far too many seconds. "Er... Sorry?" Julian says with a weak smile, then immediately realizes that was an amazingly dumb thing to say. Not that "must've been a trick of the light" and walking away would have been any better? He shakes his head. Ugh, that hardly makes his stomach feel any better.
"I mean, it's... fine. All's well. Thank you," he says. What does that even mean? It's certainly not fine, Julian certainly isn't fine. All he knows is he probably should find a place that isn't so public, where his uniform stands out like a sore green thumb, and not drag this civilian of some past history into anything further.
((soooorry, this took forever and I'm still... figuring it all out! hope this is vaguely acceptable))